3 acessos
For a love that might have been......
Thou shalt forever hide
And though in death you may reside
The conscience of forgiveness isn't clean
Writhing in the never ending
Madness of forever
The blood upon the window is the parting light that severs
Every tear that ever flows
Like petals falling from a rose
Across this lonely path you are a wind that seldom blows
Blinded by the night my troubled flesh embraced the light
The curse of dust and earth are like the icy wind that bites
Through every tear that ever flows
Like petals falling from a rose
Impressed on every vein
You are a mystery that grows